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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.