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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.