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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Magma,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.