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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Rakim,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.