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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.