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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.