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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.