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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Index,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.