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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.