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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.