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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.