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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.