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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.