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 United States and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.