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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.