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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.