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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.