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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.