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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.