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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.