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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.