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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Index,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Ten City,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.