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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.