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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.