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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron 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?
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.