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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.