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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.