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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.