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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.