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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 a-ha 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
New Order,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.