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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.