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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Faust,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.