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 Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.