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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.