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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fear,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.