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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.