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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Pole,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.