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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.