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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Index,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
UT,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.