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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.