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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.