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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s 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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.