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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.