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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.