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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fire Engines to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.