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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.