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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.