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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.