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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.