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 Libya and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.