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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ludus,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.