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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.