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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Organ,
Monolake,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.