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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.