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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Star Department 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.