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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.