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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.