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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.