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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.