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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.