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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.