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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Monks,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.