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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.