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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.