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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Q65,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.