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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.