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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Q65,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.