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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.