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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.