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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.