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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.