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 Uganda and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Joy Division,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.