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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.