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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.