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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.