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 Gambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.