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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Zapp,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.