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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.