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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.