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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.