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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.