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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Pole,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.