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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.