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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.