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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Monolake,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.