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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.