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 Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.