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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.