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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
cv313,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.