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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.