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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.