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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.