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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.