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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.