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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Shoche,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.