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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.