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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.