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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.