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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.