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 Georgia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.