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 Mongolia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.