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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.