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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.