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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Human League,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.