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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.