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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.