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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.