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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.