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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.