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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Slave,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.