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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Smog,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.