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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.