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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.