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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.