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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
UT,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.