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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.