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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.