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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.