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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Foxx 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.