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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.