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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.