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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.