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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.