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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
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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.