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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 UT to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.