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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.