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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.