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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.