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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
10cc,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.