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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.