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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.