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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.