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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.