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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.