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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.