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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.