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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.