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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Slits to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.