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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.