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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.