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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.