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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.