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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.