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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.