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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.