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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
ABC,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.