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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.