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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.