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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.