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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.