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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.