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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Connie Case,
AZ,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.