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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.