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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.