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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.