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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.