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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.