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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.