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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.