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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.