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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.