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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.