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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.