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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.