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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Motions,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.