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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.