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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.