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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.