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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
MC5,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.