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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.