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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.