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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 Beijing and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.