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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.