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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.