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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.