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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.