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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.