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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.