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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.