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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.