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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.