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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.