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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.