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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.