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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.