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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.