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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.