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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.