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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.