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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.