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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.