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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.