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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.