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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.