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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.