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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.