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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.