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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.