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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.