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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.