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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.