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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.