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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.