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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
ABC,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.