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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.