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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.