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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.