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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.