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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.