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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.