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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
ABBA,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.