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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.