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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.