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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.