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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.