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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.