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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.