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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.