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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.