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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.