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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.