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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.