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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.