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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
ABC,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.