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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.