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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.