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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.