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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.