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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Sound,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.