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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.