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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.