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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.