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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.