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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.