Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.