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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.