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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wings to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.