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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.