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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.