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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
the Normal,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.