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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.