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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.