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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.