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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
UT,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.