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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
UT,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.