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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.