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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.