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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.