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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.