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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.