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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.