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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.