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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.