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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
the Association,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.