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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
JFA,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.