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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.