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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.