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 Maldives and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.