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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.