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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.