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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.