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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.