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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.