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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.