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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.