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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.