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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.