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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
the Association,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.