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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.