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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
MDC,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.