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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.