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 Congo 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.