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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.