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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.