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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Pole,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.