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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Television,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.