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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.