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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
cv313,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.