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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.