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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Japan,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Pylon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.