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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
cv313,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.