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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.