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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.