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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.