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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.