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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
UT,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.