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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.