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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.