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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Organ,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.