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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.