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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Kayak,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.