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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.