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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.