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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Skriet,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.