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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.