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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.