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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.