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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.