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 Poland and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.