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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.