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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.