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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
UT,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.