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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.