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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Unwound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.