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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Mars,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.