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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.