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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Index,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.