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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.