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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.