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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.