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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.