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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.