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 Israel and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.