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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.