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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
cv313,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.