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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.