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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.