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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Index,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.