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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Cymande,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.