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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.