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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.