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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Ludus,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.