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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.