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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
the Association,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
ABC,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.