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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Can,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.