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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.