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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.