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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.