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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Human League,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.