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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Move,
Harmonia,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.