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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
cv313,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.