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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.