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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.