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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.