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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Q65,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.