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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.