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 Nicaragua 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.