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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.