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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
UT,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.