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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.