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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Pole,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.