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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.