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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.