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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.