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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.