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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.