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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.