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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Nas,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.