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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Ten City,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.