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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.