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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.