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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Zapp,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.