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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.