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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Suicide,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.