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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.