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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.