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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.