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 Romania 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.