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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.