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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
MC5,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.