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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Smog,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.