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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.