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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Fall,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.