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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.