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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 Calgary and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.