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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Sparks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.