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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Roxette,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.