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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.