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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.