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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.