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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.