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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.