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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.