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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.