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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.