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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.