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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.