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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.