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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.