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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.