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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.