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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Cure,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
MDC,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.