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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.