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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.