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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Smog,
PIL,
Slave,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.