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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.