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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.