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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.