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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.