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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.