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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Doors,
Television,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.