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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Technova,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.