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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Television,
Rakim,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.