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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.