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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.