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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.