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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.