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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.