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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.