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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.