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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.