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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.