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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.