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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.