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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.