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 China and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.