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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.