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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.