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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.