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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.