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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Japan,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.