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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.