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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Monks to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.