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 Singapore and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.