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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.