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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Lyres,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.