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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.