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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
MC5,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
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.