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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.