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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.