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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.