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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.