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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.