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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.