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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.