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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sparks,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.