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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.