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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.