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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.