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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.