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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.