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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.