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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.