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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.