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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.