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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.