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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Wire,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.