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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.