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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.