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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.