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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.