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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.