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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.