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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.