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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.