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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
UT,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.