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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.