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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.