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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.