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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.