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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.