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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
cv313,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.