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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.