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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.