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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.