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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.