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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.