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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.