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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.