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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.