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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Pagans,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.