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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.