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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.