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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.