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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.