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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.