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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.