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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.