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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.