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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.