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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.