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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.