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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.