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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.