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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.