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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.