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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.