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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.