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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.