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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Move,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.