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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.