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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.