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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.