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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.