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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.