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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.