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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Pagans,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.