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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.