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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Liliput,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.