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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.