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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
X-102,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.