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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.