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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.