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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.