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 Cyprus 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.