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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.