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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.