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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.