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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.