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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.