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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.