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 London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.