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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.