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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.