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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
June Days,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.