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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 808 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.