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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.