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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.