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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.