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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.