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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.