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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.